Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

This was not the first time that Aguguiwen came here, but it was Shion's first visit.

Normally, less important visitors would be received on the first floor of the castle tower... but Agguniwen and Shion were obviously important.

They went straight into the real lobby of Silent Bookstore.

Aguguiwen was always very patient, but when he got here, his face unconsciously became a little impatient and gloomy.

He was looking forward to it, but with anticipation came uneasiness.

The heavy doors of the hallway opened to both sides.

Aguguiwen walked in gloomily, and Shion followed behind him, looking around.

The Knight of the Round Table stood in the wide center of the hall, looked around majestically, and then his eyes fell on the man sitting on the sofa.

"you--"

Aguguiwen's voice suddenly rose from a low voice, making a sharp break.

His upright body stumbled a little, and he looked at Heber's face in disbelief.

"Great Sage?!"

Thirty Days in Branquage: 148 Did you miss me? Children

Sage of the Oak, Court Mage, Archdruid, Magician of Flowers... these are all the titles possessed by Merlin Ambrosius, each one higher in status and public office than the last.

In Albion, children may not recognize the names of all the Knights of the Round Table, but they will definitely know the love-hate relationship between Merlin, Arthur and Morgan.

Every Albionite knows that without Merlin, the nation would have ceased to exist centuries ago.

However, before Heber could respond, another exclamation of surprise and shock burst out from Shion's chest.

Agguiwen turned around and glared, only to see Shion muttering.

"High Priest Emenhotep..."

Agguiwen's expression froze. The girl in front of him was almost exactly the same as Merlin in his memory, but why did Shion from the Atlas Court mistake her for Imon Hetep?

Is it because they look similar?

But Emenhotep is a figure in the first history, and it has been thousands of years since then.

The time period of Merlin's activities dates back to the third history at the earliest, which is at most one thousand years.

According to this calculation, is Imon Hetep the ancestor of Merlin? What a joke... What a joke!

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Agguiwen felt his brain was in a mess like paste. At this time, he couldn't believe it - or his mind was unable to understand history.

Under these circumstances, he came up with what he thought was the "most reasonable" explanation.

"The Great Sage once left behind trial points on many of Albion's borders. It's very likely that he left behind his mark, achievements, and path." Agaguiwen thought, "Just like the contemporary Speaker Alexandrina, she followed His Majesty's path, and her appearance and temperament gradually became more like His Majesty..."

This is a law that was proven by apprentices a long time ago. When there is a person in a higher position on the same path, then imitating his actions can enable oneself to climb the boundaries of this path more quickly, but the price of doing so is that one will gradually converge with the person in a higher position.

Branquage had been inhabited long before the Council of Determination was established. As a frontier, who could guarantee that the great sage Merlin would not leave a trial point there?

The first generation of the Island Council members were direct descendants of the Atlas House, perhaps descendants of Imenhotep... probably.

It is also possible that the great sage Merlin transferred his spirit in this way.

But no matter what, this matter must be reported to His Majesty without any delay!

Agguiwen hung his head in panic: "You, no, you..."

He didn't want to call Hebe a sage carelessly, but he also didn't want to call her by her position directly, so he was a little incoherent for a while.

Heber just smiled helplessly: "Please sit down, Sir Agrawen."

"Oh, oh..." Agguiwen, who was always decisive in his work, trembled and reluctantly sat down on the sofa.

Before he could even sit down, he heard Heber say, "What did you call me just now?"

"Great sage." Aguiwen answered subconsciously.

"Why don't you call me 'Court Mage'?" Heber asked, "At least I can still serve as the Court Mage until you die of old age, right?"

Agguiwen sat down on the ground, his iron-like cold face filled with surprise and shock.

Either possibility means that Merlin has been "resurrected".

Without having time to think too much, he almost crawled on his knees to Heber's front.

"Mr. Merlin..."

Thousands of words welled up in his throat, but the words that finally came out of Aguguiwen were extremely lonely, "Are you still resentful of His Majesty?"

Otherwise, why didn't she go and see the king sitting in the throne room?

Heber was slightly stunned.

"I'm not resentful," she replied, "but I'm a little lost. I don't know how to face Your Majesty."

I really don't know what to do.

Yes, Merlin is dead.

So Arthur could bestow all the glory and rewards on a dead person, because no matter how much he added, Merlin would not jump out of the grave to ask her to fulfill her promise.

But now Hebe appears, and from Arthur's perspective, Merlin has been resurrected.

——Based on Arthur's personality, what will she do?

Agguiwen's face turned pale. "No wonder, no wonder Mordred is in Branqu... In your eyes, is the demon concubine Morgan more worthy of your company?"

That's true, but the difference in dangerousness between the two sisters is actually not that big.

Heber smiled and said, "At least I didn't make a choice right away, right?"

Aguguiwen felt more at ease: "Yes, yes..."

It was obvious that Teacher Merlin still had some resentment in his heart, but he still remembered the old friendship.

But she just needs to stay in Brancugor, and being caught in the middle will put her under a lot of pressure.

Agguiwen was extremely distressed: he wanted to report it without thinking, but when Merlin actually sat in front of him, he hesitated.

"In that case, what should I do?" The iron-like Agrawen looked at Hebe with pleading eyes, just like he had done countless times in the past, instinctively seeking guidance from his teacher.

Heber raised his brow slightly. "Now this is what you need to think about. Agguiwen, do you know why I want to see you?"

"I do not know."

"Because your character is so difficult to fool," Hebe replied. "If it were Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, or Sir Bedivere here, I would not choose to meet them in person."

Aguiwen felt a little at a loss, but also inexplicably proud.

"I know you'll definitely choose to meet me. I won't stop until I achieve this goal." Heber raised his head slightly, like a swan stretching its neck. "And the topic I want to talk about is not suitable for a modern librarian to convey..."

Peng!

Agguiwen slammed the ground heavily, with a paranoid light in his eyes.

"You're not a librarian? How is that even possible? Besides you, who else in this world is worthy of being a librarian?" Aguguiwen stretched out his arms. "I can't accept this, and neither will your Majesties! There are only two suns in the sky, and you're the only one worthy enough to be the librarian who can control this entire hidden world!"

"If you are forced to sit below someone else's throne, His Majesty will surely start another war." Aguguiwen said sternly, "Rather than putting His Majesty in a difficult position, it would be better for me to do this—"

He turned around, put his palms together, but his eyes did not look directly at Hebe, but drifted to Shion beside him.

If you want to kill the librarian, you must first kill this vampire from Atlas Academy.

Vampires are indeed difficult to kill, but the "Iron Agra Rules" is a round table that knows spells, bindings, curses and secret rituals.

Just as he was walking along, he was already brewing a spell against the vampires. As long as he snapped his fingers, the power rooted in the land of Albion would instantly disable them. At that time, killing a vampire would be no more difficult than killing a chicken!

After that, he will quietly go to the hot land of Egypt and try to die in the most miserable way, so as to put Your Majesty in an advantageous position.

Although the "Lady of Elegy" is an eternal being with a noble name, she lives in the wilderness after all and it is difficult for her to enter the human world.

On the other hand, Your Majesty, as the king who rules one of the five great powers, has reached the pinnacle both in terms of the symbol of authority and status.

——I am the state!

As one of the few remaining dusks in the world, Your Majesty can easily cut off the hand of "Lady Elegy" from entering the world!

Just as Aguwen was about to snap his fingers, a strong sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart, and a shudder like an electric shock forced him to turn his head.

Hebe was watching him calmly.

It's like an adult seeing a child about to make a mistake.

She didn't actually spend a long time teaching Agguiwen, because as the product of Sister Wang's immature skills, even Morgan didn't have much hope for him.

Morgan simply implanted his own knowledge of spells into Agguiwen's body as a crystal, and then forced him to embark on the path of authoritarianism.

After confirming this, Hebe confidently handed the latter over to Arthur and made him an assistant officer of the Round Table.

But Agerguiwen was, after all, an early creation of Yang Morgan, so its imagery and origin were naturally similar to the path of destruction.

This is also why Aguiwen was the first to be wary of August's ruler, Canlang.

Because the path of destruction is the main path under the jurisdiction of Canlang.

Thirty Days of Branquage: 149 First Deeds

"Agguiwen, among all the round tables, you and Bedivere are the most reliable." Hebe knocked on the wide edge of the table.

"So don't let me down, and don't do anything that would push Arthur into the fire."

Aguguiwen broke out in a cold sweat and said, "Yes."

His previous idea was too reckless. After regaining his composure, he had discovered many fatal loopholes.

"Then let's get back to the topic we were talking about." Heber raised his hand. "Are you disappointed that I'm not a modern librarian?"

Aguguiwen was silent.

Silence is a silent protest and a silent answer.

He had never met the new librarian, but in his opinion, no one was better suited to influence the movements of the hidden world than Merlin.

Heber sighed: "Look at the ring in your hand."

Some things cannot be said openly, because the symbol of the path of authority lies in hierarchy.

The lower-level people can guess the thoughts of the higher-level people because this is the flow within the same system, which is essentially a manifestation of Arthur's "unpredictable power" as a king.

As the court mage, if Hebe revealed the Aga rules, it would be a deconstruction of the royal power - which is subversive, taboo, and an act that the authoritarians do not allow.

Essentially, it is destroying the symbol of authority.

Agguiwen looked at the ring of power on his finger and suddenly realized.

Yes.

The Librarians derive their authority from the Island Council, which in turn derives its authority from the Lord of Branqug.

The lord of Brancurg is Emon Hetep, whose authority comes from King Arthur's decree. The reason why power is called power is because in addition to authority, there is also the element of strength.

The latter's power comes from the hot land of Egypt thousands of years ago.

The double mandate from Albion and Egypt gave the Lord of Branquage supreme power.

The librarian's power comes from the fiefdom granted by the Lord of Branqu!

In other words, the librarian is nothing more than a knight of Lord Brancug.

Agguiwen quickly figured everything out using his authoritarian thinking.

"I see. As expected of Mr. Merlin."

Aguiwen once again marveled at Heber's methods.

He certainly would not associate Merlin with Imon Hetep. In his opinion, Merlin must have used some miraculous means to seize the power of the Lord of Brancug.

Hey, even though the court mage still looks mad at His Majesty, he still has His Majesty in his heart...

Aguiwen was happy that he had guessed what the teacher was thinking, but at the same time, he remembered his other original intention.

He asked Hebe about the August Ruler, Canlang.

"That's exactly why I came to see you in person." Heber frowned slightly. "The fire of August's rule is rekindled, but it is suppressed by Tiansui in the world..."